now i'm spilling secrets that i've never told a single soul
wondering why it is exactly that i feel so safe with you
you could be just like any of the legion of liars, always wanting to deceive
but i'm wanting to believe
again
i want to trust, i must
so i excrete these secrets, the web of them that i've spun
dispel them like spells, making them disappear
i sketch, i scratch the itch to spill
spill all
